tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31605334453194317342017-12-12T02:20:23.742-08:00Lives in the day my bus journeyDeborah Richardsonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-64272166253586733512017-12-01T10:40:00.000-08:002017-12-01T10:40:13.654-08:00Celebrity Driver<div style="text-align: justify;">As the end of November fades and December gets underway I get braced for the seasonal delays on the bus occasioned by a combination of the weather and the increased traffic and number of passengers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course the delays always feel so much longer in the dark and the cold .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wednesday came in with a cold biting wind and having stood at the middle bus stop in the rain experiencing one of those delays I was not looking forward to the walk home form the bus station.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I arrived at the bus station I remembered the little bus that is a new feature and goes past my home removing the need to trudge up the incline (that I have before noted appears to be a steeper gradient on the home up journey than on the down to work) I have occasional arrived just in time to catch it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time, there was no little bus waiting however, I popped my head into the bus station and noted it was due in two minutes, worth the wait, it would still get me home quicker and avoid a cold wet walk.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the bus pulled in I was already feeling rather jolly at the&nbsp; prospect of a warm ride and a decision well made.&nbsp; As I stepped on the bus I almost voiced out loud my immediate thought on seeing the driver.&nbsp; The mature, portly white haired and fully white bearded driver.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's Santa Clause!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Only if his uniform had been red would he have looked any more the part. All of the ride home (short thought it was) the thought that Santa Clause was driving my bus kept me amused and in a rather more jolly mood than the earlier delay and winter chill had forecast.</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-9887116283504172502017-11-27T11:47:00.001-08:002017-11-27T11:47:06.776-08:00Its not even snowing<div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">just a shirt man had a coat this morning!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Admittedly just a thin coat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He is a tough Northern Lad after all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mind I was hard pressed not to make a comment about the weather.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Which was particularly chill this morning.</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-40750214529727167822017-11-16T11:45:00.005-08:002017-11-21T09:11:15.000-08:00Riding backwards and moving forward<div style="text-align: justify;">A different bus journey today.&nbsp; A busy bus and for part of the journey sitting in a seat facing backwards. Not my favorite direction.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But as I travel to meet my best friend and her family for a most special day I contemplate beginnings.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A journey my friend started years ago has come to a certain sort of ending that is in fact a beginning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today my friend had her graduation ceremony from the Open University. A journey that included her starting a blog&nbsp;<a href="https://lifeoutsidethewashingbasket.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/and-so-it-begins.html" target="_blank">life outside the washing basket</a> and inspiring me to start mine.<a href="https://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/an-alarm-goes-off-light-goes-on.html" target="_blank"> The Beggining</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There have been some interesting stops and starts, ups and downs and experiences on the way for us both.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here is a rather blurry picture of that moment of confirmation.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvP0DtvsIg4/Wg3pj4UAj5I/AAAAAAAADbg/kHFOtPbWj2knJDNI1qGzGsDpKPmzrdQigCLcBGAs/s1600/graduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="1600" height="181" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvP0DtvsIg4/Wg3pj4UAj5I/AAAAAAAADbg/kHFOtPbWj2knJDNI1qGzGsDpKPmzrdQigCLcBGAs/s320/graduation.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(an update by permission with the much better picture taken by her brother)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7rUCF3UbzQ/WhReG3jz0nI/AAAAAAAADdc/HGJJtCh6mncJrVAC7iq0w49EvRn8SulrwCLcBGAs/s1600/23659492_10102235432762233_7814097632807646732_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="960" height="213" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7rUCF3UbzQ/WhReG3jz0nI/AAAAAAAADdc/HGJJtCh6mncJrVAC7iq0w49EvRn8SulrwCLcBGAs/s320/23659492_10102235432762233_7814097632807646732_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">well done Roni.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">So then whats next?</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-86065465058508117342017-11-16T11:32:00.003-08:002017-11-17T12:52:11.778-08:00The derelict building is <div style="text-align: center;">no more<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1cXn5Uv8gc/Wg9L5u1sKFI/AAAAAAAADcc/lE3qBSVu_x43sun7cJfTzSHRwwj3BhQpgCLcBGAs/s1600/insert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1cXn5Uv8gc/Wg9L5u1sKFI/AAAAAAAADcc/lE3qBSVu_x43sun7cJfTzSHRwwj3BhQpgCLcBGAs/s320/insert.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">farewell</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fPxgReLcNs/Wg3mbCeJXJI/AAAAAAAADbM/NilN6EoDqcA4lpdKfj28sgtvLpfJSgBVQCLcBGAs/s1600/cl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fPxgReLcNs/Wg3mbCeJXJI/AAAAAAAADbM/NilN6EoDqcA4lpdKfj28sgtvLpfJSgBVQCLcBGAs/s320/cl.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zs-DH7Rs5fE/Wg3mjTB65rI/AAAAAAAADbQ/uUwW5wsek6grqkGFQWYdKbQgVAH2bCNtACLcBGAs/s1600/col%2Bgon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zs-DH7Rs5fE/Wg3mjTB65rI/AAAAAAAADbQ/uUwW5wsek6grqkGFQWYdKbQgVAH2bCNtACLcBGAs/s320/col%2Bgon.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkHcwGlwVsY/Wg3mqtwdUUI/AAAAAAAADbU/bTszHde97MkahCAQVadg5ib7qbjl3yFMACLcBGAs/s1600/the%2Bculprit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1407" data-original-width="1044" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkHcwGlwVsY/Wg3mqtwdUUI/AAAAAAAADbU/bTszHde97MkahCAQVadg5ib7qbjl3yFMACLcBGAs/s320/the%2Bculprit.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lot of memories there.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and a further step is added to my personal paranoia.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/sweet-and-sour.html" target="_blank">sweet-and-sour</a>&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-572159009284154522017-11-07T12:13:00.000-08:002017-11-07T12:13:58.758-08:00Can they fix it?<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes they can, wow as I reported the mess of the path after the last hole dug&nbsp;<a href="https://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2017/07/there-is-song.html" target="_blank">in it</a>&nbsp;I did so with less optimism than I had prior to that path modification.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time, result. The patchwork that was the section of path in which&nbsp;<a href="https://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/puddle-fun.html" target="_blank">the</a>&nbsp;<a href="https://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/12/the-big-puddle.html" target="_blank">puddle</a>&nbsp;in its various forms&nbsp;<a href="https://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/the-dark-puddle.html" target="_blank">lived</a>&nbsp;was one flat unified stretch of smooth grey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can see in this homeward bound view the bit of patchwork disappearing into the new path.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdtjE0Ob6v0/WgISi0l19HI/AAAAAAAADas/iwav9AQx7JoneQWKcU4r06zDTi1Csq1BgCLcBGAs/s1600/fixed%2Bpath%2Bhomeward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdtjE0Ob6v0/WgISi0l19HI/AAAAAAAADas/iwav9AQx7JoneQWKcU4r06zDTi1Csq1BgCLcBGAs/s320/fixed%2Bpath%2Bhomeward.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ehMLklPwY/WgISpwGcbJI/AAAAAAAADaw/BL_C6sOIDK0Nags6qWao8y9_lrM0bmTVACLcBGAs/s1600/fixed%2Bpath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ehMLklPwY/WgISpwGcbJI/AAAAAAAADaw/BL_C6sOIDK0Nags6qWao8y9_lrM0bmTVACLcBGAs/s320/fixed%2Bpath.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Took pictures from the outward bound view as well it was so nice.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3gd3jwlUkw/WgIS6d-DLQI/AAAAAAAADa0/8lFQTqB-bRo293AZQ8sGcAjwUqUamW1TQCLcBGAs/s1600/fixed%2Bpath%2Bto%2Bwork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3gd3jwlUkw/WgIS6d-DLQI/AAAAAAAADa0/8lFQTqB-bRo293AZQ8sGcAjwUqUamW1TQCLcBGAs/s320/fixed%2Bpath%2Bto%2Bwork.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L_uI3cpZSA/WgIS7-M1AFI/AAAAAAAADa4/Pt0TxpHLxUISJ7xb65Rm74kTNt3BiRewgCLcBGAs/s1600/fixed%2Bpath%2Bhw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L_uI3cpZSA/WgIS7-M1AFI/AAAAAAAADa4/Pt0TxpHLxUISJ7xb65Rm74kTNt3BiRewgCLcBGAs/s320/fixed%2Bpath%2Bhw.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yup they even fixed the adding path which removed the issue there too.&nbsp; I went to complement the council on the wonderful path, there was no where to do that...shame.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-24570186923180790752017-09-11T12:44:00.000-07:002017-09-11T12:44:02.701-07:00Just a shirt Man<div style="text-align: justify;">New character in my bus journey is just a shirt man.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I see him walking to the bus station ahead of me some mornings, others he arrives after me.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He wears a long sleeved shirt...even when it is pelting down with rain and he is drenched.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now that is not just unexpected weather but even when it has been forecast.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is part of me waiting with curiosity for the snow!&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-23471865084183340902017-08-23T10:11:00.000-07:002017-08-23T10:11:11.476-07:00So nearand yet so far....<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uVeiegBuow/WZ22nIV7FRI/AAAAAAAADRo/91_CDdz9Ne0YxqkQxM_zV42xwId1tL_SgCLcBGAs/s1600/rubbish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uVeiegBuow/WZ22nIV7FRI/AAAAAAAADRo/91_CDdz9Ne0YxqkQxM_zV42xwId1tL_SgCLcBGAs/s640/rubbish.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rubbish aim?</td></tr></tbody></table><br />for the rubbish going into the bin at the bus station. A bit depressing really.<br /><br />Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-34734177766501808522017-07-13T11:45:00.000-07:002017-07-13T11:45:22.903-07:00There is a song <div style="text-align: justify;">running through my head as I look at the result of recent digging to the path on the way to the bus stop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The digging took the form of a long trench stretching the full length of the dark puddles abode and along were the path splits to either the dene or my normal route past the site of my former school.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is an opportunity for the dip in the path to be corrected, for the curb between path and grass to be lowered so the water will flow away. &nbsp;Here is the opportunity for the puddle in all its incarnations (including skating rink) to be banished.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">There was an opportunity...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I am foolishly optimistic.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The result, the curb was raised, yes raised not lowered, with the new tarmac to fill in the path edge of the hole packed at a steep slant against it. &nbsp;What is more the cantor of the path has now been extender by several feet past the place it used to level out and allow some drainage.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GcG7d1LpqqA/WWe-_IAWU6I/AAAAAAAADQI/3Wmex4rkk0Imz7J-dFWaHkDMGCgmN3ocwCLcBGAs/s1600/path%2Bpuddle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GcG7d1LpqqA/WWe-_IAWU6I/AAAAAAAADQI/3Wmex4rkk0Imz7J-dFWaHkDMGCgmN3ocwCLcBGAs/s400/path%2Bpuddle.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0IJmzayi90/WWe_DDzPvcI/AAAAAAAADQM/1Mtmxy-4nKIP9GGK1x8j0TJaOu20Xm0vgCLcBGAs/s1600/path%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0IJmzayi90/WWe_DDzPvcI/AAAAAAAADQM/1Mtmxy-4nKIP9GGK1x8j0TJaOu20Xm0vgCLcBGAs/s320/path%2B3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbw_K7PGxE4/WWe_GCPuTTI/AAAAAAAADQQ/xxV4fIbefpMMHpZUka58GHnIi9ttGRlgwCLcBGAs/s1600/path%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbw_K7PGxE4/WWe_GCPuTTI/AAAAAAAADQQ/xxV4fIbefpMMHpZUka58GHnIi9ttGRlgwCLcBGAs/s320/path%2B2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzdD0lUr_Jg/WWe_ImNFwEI/AAAAAAAADQU/s_zDy7Xw2ug79ruHFGljLSA8vlU0YVMXwCLcBGAs/s1600/path4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzdD0lUr_Jg/WWe_ImNFwEI/AAAAAAAADQU/s_zDy7Xw2ug79ruHFGljLSA8vlU0YVMXwCLcBGAs/s320/path4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So &nbsp;the song, well slightly reworded from the Nat King Cole original....."there may be puddles ahead!"<br /><br />And yes in case you are wondering I have reported it to the council, sadly there was no facility to attach pictures.</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-47879033062395821182017-06-06T08:26:00.000-07:002017-06-06T08:26:45.039-07:00Small annoyances a collection part two<div style="text-align: justify;">I have mentioned before the issues generated by colour coding the bus to the route, and then changing the bus for a different colour. &nbsp;Today they went one better, the bus was red at the front and blue at the back. &nbsp;Now that is taking confusion just too far.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">People leaving the free paper on the bus,loose on the seat, where it slips to the floor making a slip or trip hazard for other passengers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqau2nD8lk4/WIaCdmIc6kI/AAAAAAAADAo/n4Yts12m_3MxvUsZMqBEP36r9Gvl9gWNQCLcB/s1600/dirty%2Bseats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqau2nD8lk4/WIaCdmIc6kI/AAAAAAAADAo/n4Yts12m_3MxvUsZMqBEP36r9Gvl9gWNQCLcB/s320/dirty%2Bseats.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dirty seat</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Feet on seats, or perhaps dirty seats in general. Now I can just about understand people sitting in the back of the bus bracing themselves with feet on the edge of the facing seat. The occasional child slipping parental supervision for a moment and trying to stand. &nbsp;But I can't see any reason for adult sized muddy footprints on the shiny metal seats in the bus station.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh and shiney leads me to another annoyance, something I did not like when first I came across it but thought perhaps I would get used to. &nbsp;I mentioned it at the time, the lighting on the new small busses(&nbsp;<a href="http://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/farewell-big-yelloe-buses.html" target="_blank">click here for link)</a>&nbsp;but their irritation factor has only grown exponentially. There appears to be no seat on the bus in which I can sit that does not result in their headache inducing blue beam. I can cope with the at turns slippery or sticky (depending on the temperature) leather seats and the fancy looking floor that has less traction than the old one. &nbsp;However, those lights are getting to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siZInb9W0FQ/WIephiJfnII/AAAAAAAADBA/g7FHFca_hGMSvGfPKE8zujjBiQN-FTikwCEw/s1600/blue%2Blights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siZInb9W0FQ/WIephiJfnII/AAAAAAAADBA/g7FHFca_hGMSvGfPKE8zujjBiQN-FTikwCEw/s320/blue%2Blights.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue light</td></tr></tbody></table>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-84053990940631196682017-05-27T11:09:00.002-07:002017-05-27T11:09:43.554-07:00Small delights part one I hope.<div style="text-align: justify;">in the interests of balance, this post is about the little smile moments that like my "dark side" posts of annoyances, do not feel as if they merit a whole post all of their own.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Getting on a crowded bus with people standing at the front, resigning myself to standing. &nbsp;Spotting empty seats towards the middle of the bus, moving back and realising there were two empty seats together so I can have my prefered window seat. &nbsp;However, the delight came not from the prospect of a seat in this instance but rather from the boy sitting in front of the double empty. Sitting in the aisle seat with his bag on the window seat he started to move his bag to slide over to give me room. &nbsp;No eye contact required, just ready to make space. I caught his eye smiled and gestured to the seat behind him. &nbsp;I sat down happy.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A touch of pink in the morning sky, that makes me smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ookPS5FtFDg/WLsPaVBdxfI/AAAAAAAADG0/1m-lvLx6iewcir1lRZgc4xTMJK6YeRA8ACLcB/s1600/a%2Btouch%2Bof%2Bpink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ookPS5FtFDg/WLsPaVBdxfI/AAAAAAAADG0/1m-lvLx6iewcir1lRZgc4xTMJK6YeRA8ACLcB/s320/a%2Btouch%2Bof%2Bpink.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uMKx6TGHIo/WMCGcnxHVNI/AAAAAAAADHk/CO8E8jukcYwk_Icx_Tb2eXTryfni4tT9gCLcB/s1600/a%2Btpuch%2Bof%2Bpink%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uMKx6TGHIo/WMCGcnxHVNI/AAAAAAAADHk/CO8E8jukcYwk_Icx_Tb2eXTryfni4tT9gCLcB/s320/a%2Btpuch%2Bof%2Bpink%2B2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As the dawn arrives earlier and earlier catching the dawn chorus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching the blossom on the trees, then as it falls a whole summers worth of weddings confetti petals across the grass and pavements.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-59459948785848575542017-05-22T14:17:00.000-07:002017-05-22T14:17:34.147-07:00New Tech for the buses<div style="text-align: justify;">more to learn for the drivers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">New ticket machines appeared today, not on all the buses but I expect that won't be long before they all have them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So what do the new machines do, well firstly they accept payment by contactless credit card. Secondly they produce and then read paper tickets (for multiple journeys) with a QR code (ok I admit it I had no idea what they were called and had to ask my tech minded friend).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In addition to reading the online loadable card type of ticked already available.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shall watch this new development with interest. &nbsp;It might make life easier on those mornings I realise I forgot to load the card ticket in time the night before. Removing the mad scramble for the right change so as not to decimate the drivers float before the route starts.&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-9297058494783352552017-04-15T08:43:00.004-07:002017-04-15T08:43:52.770-07:00Diminishing Viking<div style="text-align: justify;">On the walk to the town centre bus stop my path has oft crossed with the cycling viking (it has a nice rhyme to it)..well he has rather looked like my idea of a viking at least.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Golden blond long wavy hair and beard .&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I could easily picture him on the prow of a longboat instead of pedaling away on a bicycle.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A few weeks ago as he sped past I realised there was something different.... the viking has been somewhat tamed. Trimmed short, both hair and beard bereft of wave. &nbsp;Now warmer weather is approaching so I thought perhaps he was going for a cooler style.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then less than a week later we pass again and the viking is gone, clean shaven short hair, my internal name for him has utterly ceased to apply, and it is not that warm yet.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Well perhaps he is the once and future viking now?&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-28501692145049554852017-01-23T14:36:00.000-08:002017-01-24T11:34:11.264-08:00Big shoes<div style="text-align: justify;">now my last post and picture involving footwear (<a href="http://mybusday.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/small-shoes.html" target="_blank">small-shoes</a>) had an easy to think of reason for their placement at the bus stop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These shoes, or perhaps both posts should have referred to boots, were a different and much curiouser proposition.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just outside and to the right of the same bus stop, opposite the church, they stood.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1klRbb9UNnA/WIaEWrWu8fI/AAAAAAAADAw/VzoSgaOtH8MijHXHTO9pjBppv2_80HYIwCLcB/s1600/Black%2Bboots%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1klRbb9UNnA/WIaEWrWu8fI/AAAAAAAADAw/VzoSgaOtH8MijHXHTO9pjBppv2_80HYIwCLcB/s640/Black%2Bboots%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abandoned boots?</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Upright, pointing in different directions, slightly dusty and worn why had they been abandoned. &nbsp;They don't look like they fell from a bag, I doubt they were kicked off in childish abandon...I forgot to look on the return journey to see if they were still there.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An unsolved mystery?</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-61192679909422782312016-12-05T11:04:00.001-08:002016-12-05T11:04:03.752-08:00Science dayat Matilda/Madeline's school I assume as the solar system on polystyrene was being carefully carried by Dad.<br /><br />Oddly made me want to sing..He's got the whole world in His Hands , which of course would not have been accurate and He's got the whole solar system in his hands does not have quite the same flow.<br /><br />Mind I had a reindeer in my bag so perhaps if I had been carrying that in view I might have inspired a song or two.Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-41054329564317472262016-11-15T09:15:00.003-08:002016-11-15T09:15:39.092-08:00Blue is the colour<div style="text-align: center;">of the new double decker added to the fleet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blue is also the colour the passengers turn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a very very cold bus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Might have something to do with the mysteron light over the entrance.&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-74148341571388522872016-11-09T09:29:00.001-08:002016-11-09T09:29:58.167-08:00American Election 2016<div style="text-align: justify;">The results were not totally finalised as I left the house this morning although the result was fairly certain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was expecting that at the bus station there might be conversation about this most acrimonious of Presidential campaigns.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I arrived I heard a snatch of conversation between two women that went somewhat like this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Well, I know some people say there is not much difference between them but to me it is obvious which is the best. &nbsp;I like the old one much better then the new version, we got a DVD for the kids and the new Tom and Jerry is not a patch on the old one, it just doesn't feel right"</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well that was not quite the political dialogue I had anticipated. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The bus journeys themselves were eerily quiet, with many a mobile device showing <b>that</b> map turning red.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I get off at the bus station to overhear another conversation</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">" I think it is awful, it should never have been allowed"" I agree what is the world coming to when this can happen" "Just look at the picture in the paper it makes me so mad how can they get away with changing the number of triangles and putting less chocolate in"&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ah! the change to the Toblerone chocolate bar. I had noticed that in the free paper provided on the bus. &nbsp; Glad to see that my fellow commuters have their priorities right and are taking this "momentous result" with a suitable level of pragmatism.&nbsp;</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-13462766219383391382016-11-01T13:08:00.000-07:002016-11-01T13:08:24.879-07:00Bus nappingnow some time ago I shared some advice for napping on the bus&nbsp;<a href="http://mybusday.blogspot.com/2013/04/ready-for-that-nap-now.html" target="_blank">ready-for-that-nap-now</a>.<br /><br />I recently saw someone who was an accidental napper in more ways than one.<br /><br />Earphones in she had been communing with the phone (well mini media device whatever) and fallen asleep.<br /><br />No on the plus side she was in a window seat,(my seat come to think of it) things might have been worse otherwise. I mention in my earlier post the strong dip and sway as we approach my second time to get off stop of the morning.<br /><br />Well this sleeping rather than napping lady had a bit much sway and fell over sideways, knocking her bag (on the seat next to her..tut tut) onto the floor.<br /><br />That would have been, not too bad except, you were expecting that except weren't you, she had not fastened her bag up. &nbsp;Its contents disgorged themselves across the floor of the bus.<br /><br />She lay across the seat arm outstretched and so confused at her sudden awakening she did not know what to do.<br /><br />I was not close enough to assist but kindly lady and gentleman sitting forward of me and across from her rushed to restore the lipstick purse etc to the bag before we reached the stop.<br /><br />Bag restored, still disorientated she noted "I must have been asleep! and "thank you" and "sorry". The good Samaritans and I departed at the stop she continued her journey.<br /><br />I saw her again the next day (sitting in MY seat again , see earlier post about that) this time she stayed awake.Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-63859068218353919882016-10-12T08:12:00.003-07:002016-10-12T08:12:54.009-07:00Travelling ink<div style="text-align: justify;">tattoos, I see them quite regularly on my bus journeys in increasing numbers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Professionally completed designs or those that appear self applied. Names, baby feet, poems, stars, geometric shapes, flowery swirls, stars the variations are many. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As are the people sporting them, all ages, genders and clothing styles.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am not to sure how I feel about tattoos in general, it is one of those tricky questions. &nbsp;I can quite often be impressed by the skill and artistry of a design yet not like it at all as an image. &nbsp;I can be delighted by an particular image yet be unconvinced skin is an appropriate place for it to be. Some of the clockwork underskin images are particularly clever yet also disturbing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are times I wish I had the courage to ask of those sporting inked skin why that particular pattern, phrase or colour. &nbsp;What was the inspiration or the story behind the choice or the placement. &nbsp;Perhaps they would be delighted to tell me, perhaps capturing attention and telling a story is part of the reason it is there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For some, I might perhaps ask if they regret it now, like the elderly lady who started me thinking about this post, who has the ubiquitous LOVE and yes HATE tattooed on her knuckles (one of those self applied looking embellishments). &nbsp;She has other designs that look more stylish, but I think it is the hands I would ask her about.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some are just frustrating, why? Because with writing either it is so flowery I can't read it, of half the message disappears beneath clothing or under hair, or I can see it all and it is in another language!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The same can apply to images, is that tip of claw peeking out of a cuff attached to a tiger, an eagle a dragon? &nbsp;Are the names on an arm in memoriam or a celebration of a childs birth?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some I glimpse once, others are like me regular travellers. &nbsp;The "art" appears ever more popular as celebrities make it mainstream. &nbsp;Me, although I know people who have them, from a buxom semi naked cupid (a former boss and I did ask her why that design, not sure she knew herself exactly why it had called to her), to Egyptian Ankhs to stylized butterflies (and coordinating fairies) I am still not convinced that there is any image that would so delight me that I would want to make it part of me forever.</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-40772673576413848852016-10-12T07:48:00.001-07:002016-10-16T05:35:36.260-07:00A bonnie stripe or twohas appeared on the bus station by my work place. &nbsp;They help to show which of the stops is which in relation to their designated letter so people can find the correct stop for the correct bus.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9kHO7svrVk/V_5NNHcKJMI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/tiBjpuoXYrEzFkd4-vCot26pyY_IeUHvACLcB/s1600/Stripes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9kHO7svrVk/V_5NNHcKJMI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/tiBjpuoXYrEzFkd4-vCot26pyY_IeUHvACLcB/s320/Stripes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I rather like the small splash of colour in the otherwise white space.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqWfgMK03ro/WAN0AcmZoxI/AAAAAAAAC1E/30ckwYZbzEIXGhFZhwDVwbsmNXyJMANEQCLcB/s1600/buss%2BA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqWfgMK03ro/WAN0AcmZoxI/AAAAAAAAC1E/30ckwYZbzEIXGhFZhwDVwbsmNXyJMANEQCLcB/s320/buss%2BA.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-20163060573699327402016-09-03T14:46:00.002-07:002016-09-03T14:46:22.670-07:00Small shoeslooking both cute and yet forlorn perched on the seat at the Church bus stop.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-navHX2PLGp4/V8tDnfE5O0I/AAAAAAAACwY/qDaNWIbTulkzdUgLf0vhFB9L6LFnhXQhgCLcB/s1600/Brown%2Bshoes%2BI%2Bask%2Byou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-navHX2PLGp4/V8tDnfE5O0I/AAAAAAAACwY/qDaNWIbTulkzdUgLf0vhFB9L6LFnhXQhgCLcB/s320/Brown%2Bshoes%2BI%2Bask%2Byou.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My guess the former wearer slipped them off&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">un-noticed and found later they have been placed on the seat in the hope the owner's parent will return and restore them to their proper place.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No idea if that is what happened however, the shoes were not there the next time I was at this stop.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56QLfv5Arp8/V8tDqRl1ZdI/AAAAAAAACwc/CFTaBlQ8NoMY1jzAx6VwyGuhPf-Hu7PCACEw/s1600/brown%2Bshoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56QLfv5Arp8/V8tDqRl1ZdI/AAAAAAAACwc/CFTaBlQ8NoMY1jzAx6VwyGuhPf-Hu7PCACEw/s320/brown%2Bshoes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-21406418717558235362016-06-29T10:35:00.001-07:002016-08-13T14:33:19.231-07:00Ohpswell after nine plus years on the bus journey I finally did it..<br /><br />did what you ask?<br /><br />forgot to get off the first bus<br /><br />only noticed at the business park which comes on the route two stops after the littering incident.<br /><br />I had to get off, cross the road and wait for the same number bus going back on the route I had just travelled.<br /><br />Get off at the <a href="http://mybusday.blogspot.com/2016/03/five-minute-change.html" target="_blank">church</a>, cross the road and wait for the red bus and back on track for work.<br /><br />I arrived late to worried colleagues who are used to me getting in before them<br /><br />There was some amusement at my scenic route into work and my abstraction from the passing world.Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-80233457606761008552016-06-15T10:43:00.002-07:002016-08-13T14:32:28.498-07:00Political rhetoric or drunken ramblings...<br /><br />more of the latter than the former I fear took place on the second bus home tonight.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">One passenger was full both of a strident conviction on how all should vote in the up and coming referendum on Europe and copious amounts of alcohol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He very loudly declared his position and his rather drastic solution to those who would consider voting contrary to his stance. &nbsp;He was scathing in his denouncement of the political party he stated he had long supported and which he felt was lost ruined and a wast of space for not being in agreement with him.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was sort of embarrassing, there were those who initially chuckled their discomfort others attempted to ignore him in the hope he would quiet down and a few wanted to engage in discussion until they realised there was too much vino fuling his in veritas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At last, blissfully he departed there was a moment of peace then a lone voice chirped up, what was he on about? &nbsp;A pause, and a voice from further up the bus came the reply, the EU vote in or out..back came the original questioning voice so what is that then?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was an incredulous part of me wondering how at this stage that question could be asked &nbsp;that was tinged with envy, how had they managed to avoid the seaming neverending &nbsp;news reports, political broadcasts, TV programmes, there has been many a time I wish I could have done so.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh and was I informed or influenced by the man on his soap bus?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">NO!. &nbsp;<br /><br />(although some time later and in retrospect, the nation voted as he wanted and the party he disparaged are indeed in some considerable difficulty, who would have thunk it!)</div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-10004974317177764522016-06-14T11:57:00.001-07:002016-06-14T11:57:14.852-07:00Time moves onand a glimpse of &nbsp;Matilda/Madeline and the comparison no longer holds true, hair a bit longer, lighter and her face has changed.<br /><br />Possibly more noticeable to me not having seen her for some time than it might otherwise have been.<br /><br />She has also been in the wars, sporting a cast on a broken arm.<br /><br />The changes in my travel routine and times and I rarely see many of the bus friends at all, not the purple coated ladies, or the shop girls or the shoe lady. &nbsp;I have not seen the author for a long time either.<br /><br />Other way lady I still see either walking or running most mornings.Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-20740942956344005242016-06-04T12:39:00.002-07:002016-08-13T14:34:32.184-07:00No fur, no featherswish they were a figment of my imagination!<br /><br />With a slight change to my routine I don't get the bus, I walk to work a couple of days a week. &nbsp;Sometimes I cut through the bit of park in the town centre.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">There are occasional glimpses of &nbsp;rabbits and grey squirrels, however they are shy and I can never catch them on camera (well at least not so anyone can see what the picture is supposed to be of)&nbsp;<a href="http://mybusday.blogspot.com/2013/02/feathers-fur-and-figments-of-imagination.html" target="_blank">(feathers-fur-and-figments-of-imagination)</a>. However, there is one regular inhabitant of the dene that regrettably is not shy, holds still for a photo and I wish it was not the case.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdWT7-5n6to/V1MuaLh5d1I/AAAAAAAACcA/cqnbnjDNaO4E33_c4pJ9N8vryx_-HPc2wCLcB/s1600/Trolly.jpe" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdWT7-5n6to/V1MuaLh5d1I/AAAAAAAACcA/cqnbnjDNaO4E33_c4pJ9N8vryx_-HPc2wCLcB/s320/Trolly.jpe" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">yes the shopping trolley.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160533445319431734.post-28142686131110382252016-04-07T11:24:00.003-07:002016-04-07T11:24:58.887-07:00The BIG BLUE BUSWell somehow the blue double decker that pulled up in place of the red one looked bigger, an older vehicle I think it is really the same size it just felt bigger.<br /><br />It is just an understudy during fleet service and although it almost caught me out that is not my main problem. &nbsp;My main problem is I keep thinking The Big Blue Bus to the rhythm of The Big Bad Wolf from a certain advert for a comparison web site.<br /><br />At least I, and anyone around me, can be thankful it is the "tune and words" and not the dance moves I keep repeating. &nbsp;Deborah Richardsonhttps://plus.google.com/109645350862506432573noreply@blogger.com0